The white-armed goddess Juno answered her:⁠— “Ask me not, heavenly Themis⁠—thou dost know The cruel, arrogant temper that is his⁠— But sit presiding at the common feast, In this fair palace of the gods, and thou And all in heaven shall hear what evils Jove Has threatened. All, I think, will not rejoice To hear the tidings, be they gods or men, Though some contentedly are feasting now.”

Thus having said, imperial Juno took Her place, and all the gods within the halls Of Jupiter were grieved. The goddess smiled, But only with the lips; her forehead wore Above the jetty brows no sign of joy, While thus she spake in anger to the rest:⁠—